Eventually caught up with some Waxwings. Seven whilst driving through Trumington. Good views, so I rushed home to get Sam who was keen to see them. By the time we got back, they’d eaten nearly all the cotoneaster berries they were feeding on and departed (though it was getting late, so perhaps they roosted early.)
I went to Fowlmere with Sam, where we did a very quick circuit whilst it was getting dark. We flushed the usual and rather desperate Grey Heron from the only unfrozen stream along the Shep, saw nine cold looking Grey Partridges, and had excellent views of an in-flight Woodcock.
